Two years ago I crossed
the southwest desert thinking
about a drop of truth
that's totally undrinkable.
Now it's hot and humid
in New England and
I'm drinking cold green tea
it's true--but sweetly unthinkable.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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